The last month (and honestly, more) has taken me somewhere I’ve never been before. I’ve been so unwell. A level of physical pain I have never experienced… constant, relentless, unyielding. Nothing gave relief — not nature, not herbs, not meditation, not rest, not distraction. Nothing. At one point I couldn’t stand, couldn’t sit, couldn’t lie down without feeling like my whole body was screaming. I kept asking the pain: “What are you trying to tell me? What do you want me to see? What is the root? What is the lesson?” And at the same time…I was desperately trying to fix it. Trying to make it stop. Trying to escape it — because existing inside it felt impossible. Eventually, I stopped fighting and sank into it. I treated the pain as a portal. And after even attempting painkillers (yes, it got THAT bad), I realised: If this is going to be my reality right now, how do I adapt? How do I live inside this instead of against it? Where do I go from here? It triggered a massive inner journey — thoughts, feelings, fears, acceptance, surrender… all of it. All while the children also needed support in their own journeys. All without any physical support from anyone. And I’m still here. I’m still standing (even when I wasn’t). I made it through every day I thought I couldn’t. And in the middle of all this? I finalised, produced, and published SIX titles — six children’s books that have lived inside me for years. So now… I’m letting myself rest. Fully. Deeply. Not because I’m weak — but because I’ve carried enough mountains for a lifetime in one month. If you’re in your own season of pain, upheaval, or personal storm: You’re not failing. You’re transforming. And you’re still here too. 💛